Appropriate Donations and Dating Locations

Last week my Uncle passed away. He was a bit of a character to say the least.





Typically, my parents are away next week at their Spanish residence and the funeral is next week. Therefore, the responsibility to represent the family would be on me.





However, I have to say the last funeral I attended with the same side of the family brought laughter as opposed to tears. Especially from my Father when he saw what I had chosen for an outfit. It also brought much merriment to a friend when she found out I had worn the same outfit clubbing.







I wore bright green boots from Irregular Choice, wet look leggings and a long vintage tuxedo that skimmed my thighs. I was going to wear my bowler hat too, however, my Mum pleaded with me not to.





After several ascerbic comments from my Dad, it gave me so much pleasure when everybody commented on my boots and how fabulous they were including one of the undertakers.





As dating goes, my cousin's single friend asked for my phone number and gave us a lift in his rather swanky jaguar, the cream leather upholstery suited my wet look leggings colour wise and car exiting options wise also, slide in , slide off.





He even asked me out in front of my parents !





Only I could pull at a funeral and have my boots complimented.



Having said all that, my cousin had a very interesting outfit, that I commented on and luckily drew attention to a detail that definitely was not supposed to be there. She was wearing equestrian style boots, opaques, and a black smock type top which had a tie that went round the back into a bow.



How cute ! I thought when I saw it , it even has ruching at the back. Then I noticed some other interesting details at the back. A seam resembling one up the back of tights and lines that appeared to be the outline of knickers.



Yes, my cousin was about to get in the funeral car, to go pay her last respects to her Dad with her skirt stuck in her knickers.



I did the dutiful thing and pointed this out to her. She told me nobody else had and she had been walking round being the hostess (most definitely with the mostess) for an hour.



"Ah yes , thing is , it is 11.30 in the morning and they are drinking shorts already" no wonder I was the only one who noticed.



Have some funeral class and dont show your arse.





Anyway, back to Uncle Bill, who passed last week.





Earlier today my Mum asked my Aunt , the grieving widow, what charity would donations be sent to. True to form, Uncle B did not believe in charity, though he was a catholic so some mention was given to donating to St Patricks Church where the service would be held.





My Aunt said to my Mum the Baptist like John, except we have Roath Park lake no Sea of Galilee, that she could make a donation to her Church despite it being a different religion.





"Great!" I told my Mum, shoes and fashion are my religion, so I can make a donation to Manolo Blahnik or a retailer of my choice, I am sure Uncle B would find that agreeable - I know I certainly would ......................





A fabulous single psychic medium never knows where and when she could need fabulous footwear in order to pull an eligible bachelor.





Who said the dead are only good for helping me deliver my messages in my shows ????? They give me an excuse to shop and fashion a new outfit.





My Dear Uncle, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I remember you drunk as a Lord in the lovely stone hearth in a gorgeous hotel at a cousins wedding, well ashes to ashes , dust to dust, we all know designer shoes are a must.